Lucien Flynn died today, whilst we were in Port Miere, where we've been working to sort out the problems there so it can come back from the 'Nacht. He'd done a fair bit of dying before, when we got sent somewhere else to fight some Ancient Folk after an Inquisitional mix-up, and I think he'd just run out of mercenary chances. He died fighting some sea creatures on an alfari ship belonging to one of the Chosen of the Reaver Lord who had been corrupted prior to the Dawn by the influence on their god of Salas of the Deep and Certizal, both of whom are in dire need, in so far as they have not already received one, of a solid and prolonged kicking.

He seemed remarkably chipper about the whole thing to be honest, in fact his exact words were "well, its been fun, but I'll see you in a couple of weeks"; I'll hope you take it in the way its intended when I say that I'd normally find that irritating mercenary blase about death, but coming from Lucien it was just rather Lucien, really - affably confident and laid back to the last. I spoke to him afterwards, he didn't have any particular requests and was happy for me to bring his body to the Cathedral in Alguz, in the expectation he would soon be back.

I'm not really much in the way of writing words for people who are going to come back, seems a little odd, but I'm sure he would have a lot of friends in the mercenary community who would want to know of his passing and have a beer or six to commemorate the occasion; I'd be grateful if you could pass on the word.